Squeezing
my hand, the frail voice whispered, “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.” The nurse rolled him further on his side, he groaned, “For you are with me." His grip tightened around my hand as he gasped, "Your rod and your staff, they comfort me."
I
glanced over at the nurse who was packing his wound with gauze. Tears were
streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry, almost done.” She looked at me, her
eyes filled with despair.
It
was the worst decubitus ulcer I had ever seen- a gaping, five inches wide, to
the bone, bed sore. Nursing home neglect
had taken its toll and now Tom had been moved to our hospice house to die.
As
the nurse kept working, Tom’s jaw tightened, his voice strained. "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life." His voice weakened to a labored whispered, “And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
I don’t know if the
morphine finally took effect or if he passed out from the pain, but he fell
unconscious. I loosened his hand from mine and looked at the frazzled
nurse. I asked, “Have you ever seen
such faith?”
I didn't have the answer
then, and I still don’t. His family had abandoned him in a nursing home. He must have felt unwanted. Unloved. Tom never regained consciousness and died a few days
later. In spite of his physical pain, emotional suffering and unanswered questions, the last words on his
breath,"I shall dwell in the house of my Lord forever."
I wish I knew his life
story, how his unshakable faith was forged. How he still felt the love of his Father in spite of pain. Thankfully, I look forward to
asking him one day when I see him whole and in perfect health.
As I reflect on the end
of his journey, I’m reminded of others who chose praise in their darkest hour. Jonah, Daniel, David, Paul... the list goes on. In fact, I think it's harder to find a Bible hero who didn't praise through his hardship
than ones who did. How reassuring to know Tom is now in a circle of these great men
of faith.
You... your words... they make me weep. I am grateful.
ReplyDeleteOh no, Tamara, didn't mean to make you weep. Hopefully it was a good cry. :)
DeleteIt was a good cry. Your work, your words - they touch my heart and soul.
DeleteI too have witnessed similar scenes when working as a cardiac nurse. True faith in the midst of pain and suffering is amazing. Thank you for sharing this story as it reminds me to get to work on compiling my stories from my many journals. I think it does inspire others to hear things like this.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and love,
Debbie
Thanks for the story. I'm sure you've seen many of these stories of faith. I guess we'd all like to believe that we'd face death with that kind of faith but we won't know till we're there.
ReplyDeleteYou're exactly right, Bill. None of us know how we will react until we're there.
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